Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Liquid



We live in a world of things
inescapably known to us,
or so we say:
things shiny and things loved,
things deep and things seen and all else between
synapses

Maybe, just perhaps, possibly, it could in fact be
Pope Francis, a leaf, the Philippines:
any noun that is relevant to
an Absurd existence – relevant
like a hot shower during
frigid winter

But I am relevant
We are relevant
Living, breathing things
that think on this
place called earth
in astounding space

Awe becomes a ripple
in the stream of thoughts

Consciousness is the serrated
edge of a knife's blade:
points of sharp clarity and
the great seas of the unknown
infiltrating,
pouring into
microscopic valleys . . .

Seas of blackness and fear, they are






 

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